A Person Of Genius Should Marry A

Detached Reflection Cannot Be Demanded In The Presence Of An Uplifted Knife.

My Right To Swing My Fist Ends Where Your Nose Begins.

There Is No Friend Like The Old Friend, Who Has Shared Our Morning Days, No Greeting Like His Welcome, No Homage Like His Praise: Fame Is The Scentless Sunflower, With Gaudy Crown Of Gold; But Friendship Is The Breathing Rose, With Sweets In Every Fold.

As For The Excellent Little Wretches Who Grow Up In What They Are Taught, With Never A Scruple Or A Query, ... They Signify Nothing In The Intellectual Life Of The Race.

But The Word "right" Is One Of The Most Deceptive Of Pitfalls; It Is So Easy To Slip From A Qualified Meaning In The Premise To An Unqualified One In The Conclusion. Most Rights Are Qualified.